In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel Living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon You got that medicine I need.

A week ago, if you’d asked Dean about his plans for Valentine’s Day, he would’ve smiled (he does not look like a lovesick sixth grader, thank you Sam) and told you in excessive detail about his reservation at a little italian place downtown. And if, by some chance, you stuck...

dean winchester riding dick is the most beautiful thing in the world

Night Shift

for my favorite dino, rexy. you are so gross. I ♡ you.  happy birthday. 

cw: this fic features cop!cas. the sex between dean & cas is consensual. that being said, if this dynamic makes you feel uncomfortable, then my advice to you would be to skip this one. eeep! enjoy!

Giving a blowjob when you’re on your knees and you’re hands are in cuffs is a lot harder than he thought it would be. 

He closes his eyes and feels his lips stretch around Officer Novak’s cock.  He has to remember to breathe in through his nose and he moans when the police officer curls his fingers in his hair, pulling on it lightly, hard enough to cause a little sting and make him wince. 

“Open your eyes, Winchester, look at me,” Officer Novak instructs. 

Dean immediately obeys, his eyelids fluttering open and lifting his head slightly so he could stare up at Castiel’s face.  He’s still wearing his aviators and his hat, just how he had looked when he had pulled Dean over only twenty minutes ago for ‘speeding’.  Somehow, not seeing Castiel’s eyes turns Dean on even more and he feels his own cock throb uncomfortably in his jeans. 

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deancas sexy fun against a wall: featuring heavily in my drawing folder this year :P

high time cas got topping-rights in one of my pics (somehow i usually only finish the ones where he’s on the bottom, heh)

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It’s just a faint tickle at first, a warm touch to the back of Dean’s neck. He scratches at it without thinking, resumes his reading when the sensation goes away. He doesn’t get the chance to read very often, but when he does, he likes to devour the materials. Currently? Game of Thrones. He can’t help but missing Charlie, and small things like this help to ease that ache. He misses a lot of people these days. The sensation returns, this time lower, a warmth that licks its way mysteriously down Dean’s spine, beneath his shirt. He startles, looking around and behind himself, under his arm. Nothing. The warmth trails down further, tickles against his side and finds his belly, dancing like… fingertips. It’s familiar, the pattern and pressure of it. Even the air changes, the scent of it, it’s… Dean’s eyes widen. "Cas?"

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it’s the thought that counts right?

cas doesn’t understand your silly human traditions

Happy (early) valentinte’s day!!!!

PiNKs

Cas dinged you up pretty good

ngl I was thinking about stuff Dean likes in bed today whoops

it’s january 25 which means dean will be getting up with his ass sore and weak legs from all the fucking he got as the birthday boy from cas uwu

(despite the sweet burn he’ll be grinding down on cas’ morning wood, eager to ride him with that smirk on his face and taunting his boyfriend that he expects birthday treatment all year long, “think you can keep up with me, cas?” And yes, castiel can indeed by gripping dean’s hips and thrusting up to pound into his greedy hole~)

i’m just really passionate about art and stars and nature and flowers and dean winchester getting the ever-loving shit fucked out of him

mmmm cain is such a good addition to all the dean ships. imagine him being all rough and clinical, but still liking to praise dean. he’d slap his ass hard, hold him down by the back of the neck as dean gasps but manages to stay in place. it’d make cain smirk, have him spanking harder, faster, seeing just how much dean could take. dean’s a mess by the end of it, but he’s done exactly as he was told, hasn’t moved an inch, and cain would lean down, soothing his hand over dean’s scorching red ass and murmur, “doing great, dean.” yeah, you bet your ass dean is worthy.

Dean wakes up with a ring on his finger that’s not Mary’s

As Dean lay there, he could tell something was wrong with the way the sun beat down on his face, the scratchy feeling of his clothes and what must have been a cheap suit plastered onto his body. The stench of alcohol...

when dean and cas finally start having sex, cas will be like..never fucking satisfied. he will wear the shit out of dean. he’ll ride him all fucking night if he could.

he would wake dean up in the morning with blow jobs. dean will be coming in his dreams and only wake up to realize he’s actually coming.

cas would want sex in the shower.

cas would fuck dean in the shower.

they would start sparring in the gym and then cas would somehow manage to turn it into a make out session.

he would play footsie with dean under the kitchen table.

he would whisper dirty shit into dean’s ear while he fucked him like if only I still had my grace. the things I would do to you, winchester.

and dean would be so tired all the time, because fuck, cas is like a fucking bunny rabbit, and all he wants to do is fuck.

like all the fucking time.

cas jerking dean off while they watch movies. cas rimming dean while he’s falling asleep. cas deep-throating dean in the kitchen.

and dean is just walking around the bunker with this dopey ass smile on his face all the time. his bowlegs looking a little more bowed each day. wondering if he’ll ever get tired of it and laughing when he realizes that he never will.